I was mesmerized by the icebergs in Antarctica- each unique like a snowflake.

But in addition to beautiful looks, they also had a personality which is what I think drew them to me the most. An iceberg is a large piece of freshwater ice that has broken off a glacier or an ice shelf and is floating freely in open water. They move slowly, barely detected – slowly following the currents and winds. Sometimes their center of balance is disrupted, and all hell breaks lose and they flip, thrash, and roll in an effort to find that beautiful balance again. They may subsequently become frozen into pack ice and not move for a while. Surprisingly only one-ninth of the volume of an iceberg is above water on average. The shape of the underwater portion can be equally beautiful, but hard to decipher.